Broken Beginnings: Chapters Seventeen-Nineteen (Final Revisions)

Chapter Seventeen:

Monday.October.08.2018

Somedays physical therapy tends to feel like sheer torture. I had somedays when the simplest tasks seemed mammoth, and days that were far better. It was hard but I knew I had to push through this, I needed to work on getting stronger so I could focus on getting home, and I knew that time would come sooner rather than later. I was not going to be kept in the hospital forever and I was thankful for that, as scared as I was, I knew that I wanted to go home. I wanted to get back to my life, I wanted to go back to classes, and get the degree I had not even really started before the madman ran Nadia and I off the road.

I often tried to be strong for everyone around me, even when I felt completely broken. But my Mother knew me well enough to see when I was hiding something from her, and even Nadia’s Mother knew me well enough to read through my lies. Katarina was the closest person I had to an Aunt, and I was blessed to have Katarina in my life, and Nadia, who was very much like a sister to me, and the pain she was feeling caused me pain.

Babula family sometimes isn’t about blood, it’s those people who when they hurt, we hurt.